Commissioned Stories: Megan Thee Stallion (Patreon)

The first thing to be reported was the beacon. Not beacons, as many around the world believed as they got the message on every messaging system from the internet to radio, but a single beacon that could alert anyone with just one message. Deciphering the message was the goal of thousands as everyone heard it on their phones or TV, a strange code of beeps and hums. It was only 3 days after it began, with it constantly going on an endless loop, did they finally deciphered what it was. Coordinates. Coordinates to where they quickly found to be off in the middle of the Pacific. Monitoring told them nothing was there, even via drone. But the ships of men sent to research the spot reported a different story. They reported an island the size of Rhode Island! For whatever reason, this island was undetected by every form of an electrical system. That should have been their first clue that something was deeply wrong about this island. Those who were there desired to figure out everything they could about the island. When they stepped on the island with their feet, they realized something was wrong.

It looked to be sand like any beach around the island, but it didn’t even feel like sand. No, it felt like flesh. The scientists had no time to warn those around them what was about to happen before they were taken. None of them had any chance to survive, and what came into the island was flesh. What came out of it, was something much more. Rising from the island were monsters that were the size of skyscrapers. Storming across the ocean, the island monsters looked to be a mix of humanoid forms and mountains, as if they were mountains trying to walk around. The island monsters stormed across the ocean, tearing apart the ship as they walked across it and crushed steel to tissue.

The island monsters didn’t even consider thinking about what was in their way, only wanting one thing. They had just feasted, for the first time in years. Now, they wanted to feast even more. Devouring their prey, for the flesh they have, was the only way to satisfy this new hunger. The creatures could smell that flesh was close, and so got closer to it. Cities, cities that would be unable to fight back against the monsters. Already, many military officials attempted to stop the incoming monsters. Jets flown in tried to fire missiles right at these monsters and blow them apart. No matter how powerful these explosives were, none of them even scratched a single one of the monsters.

The jet fighters didn’t believe it, they unloaded enough firepower to surround all of them and attempt to burn them apart. They hit them with enough explosives to topple the city they were trying to defend. It was thankful for them that these monsters were so slow and clumsy. That was their belief, until one of the monsters raised one of its arms, and chunks of rock popped out of its arm and soared across the air. They were too fast to even make sense, the rocks going out and tearing apart the wings of the jets. It was faster than sound and hit so hard that the wings were shredded apart. Pilots had to escape their jets, and the rocks headed right back to the monster that attacked them.

After that incredible display of power, there was no doubt about the power of these monsters. Gone was the confidence of the military that they could handle them. Now was the fear of them coming. What could stop these unstoppable juggernauts who could destroy the shoreline just by getting too close to them, especially when these monsters numbered not in half a dozen… but a few HUNDRED! If the most powerful military on earth couldn’t even scratch one of them, who or what could stop the hoard of them? Well, that answer was simple.

That person was a woman who had finally, after a few days of recording in her booth in her mansion, wanted to relax and watch some YouTube… only to be annoyed by the signal. What took the best scientists in the world to unite in days, the woman instantly knew on sight. The code was simple, coordinates. If they wanted her to be there, fine, she’ll be there. The woman stretched, making sure she was ready for a jog, and checked her clothes. Nike hoodie, yoga pants, and Jordans. Perfect clothes to head out and find out what wanted to be found. The woman left her home, gently locking up as she did, and when she was outside, she took a deep breath… and leaped right up into the sky.

It was not a small leap, it was the kind of leap where one left orbit. It was a rocket-like explosion, the sound alone burst several times, and the area around where she leaped nearly erupted from the force alone. Flying high up in the air, the woman took a deep breath and felt right. Most people would die from trying that. For her, it was a purer richer form of air. Taking a breath, she looked down to pursue where the coordinates should be and used her brain to analyze the exact spot from memory of coordinate points in her head. The woman’s mind easily pierced together where the spot would be, and decided to head right at it. With her kick, she kicked across the air and got to the perfect spot for her body to head down, kicking her body and heading right at the spot.

The woman was a human missile, dropping to the surface as the air around her broke, and a barrier burst. The closer she got, the better she was able to observe what was going on and saw the colossal beings headed right towards the coast. The woman decided that couldn’t go well, so she raised her fist and made sure it was the first thing. The woman smiled ear to ear, and she was ready to strike. One of the colossus felt something, and looked up, to see what looked to be a fireball heading for them. A fireball was too fast for the monster to even see it coming for them, and smashed right through the head of it, exploding the beast and tearing it apart, causing it to fall apart. The rest of the Colossus Island monsters saw one of them being destroyed and knew what they were going to have to do.

Kill whoever this threat was. The island monsters had no idea that a threat to them couldn’t even exist. Because of this fact, none really prepared for this threat to come upon them. Though they were not too far off from protecting themselves from such a threat. The island monsters knew that they were going to have to kill her to protect themselves from such a force, and the best way to do so was to unleash a full-on barrage against her. The closest one to the woman raised its arm at her, and the arm shook.

Coming out of the arm was a barrage of rocks, each one larger than the target they were to destroy. The boulders soared right at her, the power behind them enough to tear apart anything in its way and it went beyond the speed of sound. As the rocks came close to the woman, all she could think about was what she was going to do against them. Hundreds of rocks coming at her, and knew what she could do against them. Why have one method when she can use several methods? The other island monsters knew that they would tear her apart, and do so knowing she’d be dashed away.

Just as the island monsters were ready to attack, helicopters were getting close. Not attack helicopters, given that they knew they would never be able to hurt them. These were newscopters and they were able to take a look at what was going on. The cameramen saw what looked to be a human form, and they made sure to get a look at who seemed to be floating in the air. The expert camera work allowed them to clue in on the face of this woman, and the cameraman himself instantly recognized who it was. He could barely say it, but he whispered it to himself.

“Megan… Megan Thee Stallion?”

It was true. The woman who had just entered and left orbit in an instant and plowed through the island monster, and now was reascending by leaping off dust particles with her perfect feet, was the world-famous rapper, Megan Thee Stallion. Her rap career was more than well known, but what many did not know about Megan, was that since she was a little girl she was stronger than a billion men combined and she only got stronger with age. Megan told the press she called herself a stallion cause of her large size, but that wasn’t exactly true. Megan knew that she was a stallion, considering that no man could ever hope to break her or get her to do what she never wanted to do. Not only was she a force of pure awesome will, but Megan was also too powerful to ever hope to stop. Megan could lift mountains and has done so, just to lose some baby fat on her arms.

Despite how famous she was and just how powerful she was, Megan was a woman who was more than glad to help defend the world. Taking down these behemoths was not the only time Megan saved the world. From Megan putting down portals that open across the earth by throwing whatever 200,000-ton monster back in the portal with a kick, to throwing away space saucers the size of Miami back to whatever planet they were from like it was a frisbee. Megan didn’t feel like she had to worry at all about these new threats, given that she didn’t see any problem coming at her with how these monsters looked. They didn’t even seem to be hostile to her.

Megan should not get into the lottery before one of the rock behemoths bursts into flames. All it had to do was quickly vibrate the rocks against each other, scrapping with each other and instantly sparking. Filling the insides of its own body with gas, the giant island beast was now a towering inferno, whose very heat was causing the helicopter to hurtle out of control as the wings were starting to melt. Megan got a look at the helicopter, and knew it falling into the ocean wasn’t the problem. It was the fact that the people in there would melt and die just from being so close to the inferno.

The first thing was getting them out of there, and Megan knew what to do while also stopping the very monster that was trying to kill them. As the water around the inferno was evaporating, the blazing beast's eyes just stared at Megan, and they glowed with intensity. The intense heat generated from the eyes alone was enough to blind anyone even looking at them. This was not even close to how bad they could be against their victim, as the island monster lurched forward, and with the very head nearly melting, intense heat vaporized the very air in front of it a mile away, at speeds too great to calculate. All headed right for Megan, and they were wider than 500 feet apart.

Megan had to admit, the heat vision, best as she could describe it in this situation, was different. Megan had to change her plans, which meant getting away from the intense heat. Not that she was afraid of being barbecued, but the whole world seeing her lady bits would be a big thing for her in the future. Who was she, Allison Brie saving the world at the cost of her clothes? Nah, she’s a different breed of woman in every way. The first way to defend herself was to kick up a lot of the rock particles. With her feet, she kicked up all that she could in the air, forming them all together as quickly as she could to form a light stone barrier.

The heat wave blasted right at it, but there was enough time for her to dodge the blast by kicking herself away. What was the air around her but another surface for her to kick off? All Megan had to do was look at the right air pockets in the air and use them as leverage for her to burst right out of. Her eyes were the guiding path for her, and her brain perfectly analyzed how much force and when exactly to kick. It was easy for her, Megan barely had to think about it. It was like walking and talking, anyone can do it if they just know how to do it. Well, it was that easy for Megan. Getting closer and closer to the helicopter that was now getting to dangerous heat levels for those inside it, Megan was ready for her method to save them and take down the pillar.

Megan took in some of the oxygen, and her brain repeated one word over and over. Cold. That was all Megan needed before she exhaled with all the force she could dispel with her lungs. Doing what Megan was about to do was also easy. All Megan had to do was make sure that her lungs would only exhale absolute zero kinetic energy. For most people, such a concept was impossible and undreamed of. Megan was doing this at grade school. Megan let out a burst of wind and with it, came freezing cold that would stop dead anything in its track. Such as any particles that were moving too fast. The entire helicopter was frozen solid, alongside the crew. They were fine, they were too frozen to even be harmed. Megan tested on trees. What had less chance of life, was the burning giant.

The great giant was not aware of what was about to happen to it. Many would believe that such a being would have no sentience and thus, no ego of its power. That was far from the truth, every single one of these giants could easily understand and know how to handle any foe. With this ability to handle any foe, came a self-assured idea that they would never have to worry about the danger of being destroyed. When the giant flaming monster saw the freezing wind come for it, it attempted to fight it by increasing its own flame powers to challenge the cold wind. Inside of its body, it fueled itself by adding more and more power to itself, the flames swirling around the body of the colossus. It was now so hot that they would melt any metal and burn whatever liquid remained to ashes. They were not worried at all about the ice wind coming for them. They didn’t see the freeze surrounding them coming, and what was once a blazing inferno in human form, was now a solid ice chunk in human form. No more were they able to move around and operate. Freezing one of these giants would be more than enough with her freezing technique. But Megan wanted to do even more. No, freezing the giant was actually part of her real plan to take a few of them down.

Megan hit the ocean with her feet and with a bounce, leaped right at the giant ice being as quickly as she could. This also had the side effect of causing a tidal wave, which would be important later. Flying right at the ice giant, Megan pushed her shoulder forward for the powerful SMASH. Given the size and depth of the ice that had formed, even a bullet train would have flattened against the ice if it came at it with a full force of 250 Miles per hour. When Megan got close enough to the ice, her body heat alone caused part of the ice to melt even before she touched it. When Megan touched the ice giant, she cleaved right through the golem and sliced it apart in two. The large chunk of what used to be the chest of the giant hurtled across the air, too fast for any of the giants to even see it come for them. Unfortunately for them, they were about to feel the weight of the half-giant. One of the fire giant brutes saw the ice chunk coming for it and tried to blast it completely with all of the flames from its hands. Massive bursts of inferno shot out, more like missiles than fireballs. The two drilled heat waves struck the giant ice chunk and attempted to melt them.

This would have been a good plan if the flames were enough to melt the chunk of ice in an instant. This chunk of ice was too thick and huge for the flames to melt and consume, and thus the flame giant was instantly struck by a full force of the ice, with ice and flames mixing. With a burst of hot and cold so powerful, the fire giant died in a haze of steam so thick that one could literally cut through it with a knife. None of the other flame giants were able to see through the steam, unsure of what was to come out from behind after having seen one of their own killed by another of their own. What they were certain of, was an attempt to attack them again was not only possible, it was going to happen. Thus, they had to defend themselves.

The flame giants opened their mouths and aimed their arms, and in perfect unison, all of them fired all of the flames from their bodies right at what could be behind the steam. No being alive was strong enough to survive this blast of fire, and the prey would be instantly melted. The flame giants let out a full blast, the heat alone curdling the ocean around it and the flames dancing around them. What was once bright yellow flames was now becoming blinding blue blazes, able to burn even those who were just watching the intense flames pour out of the giants. Nothing could survive what was behind the steam.

Megan would very much debate that, but she dared not go through the flames. Not from any danger, but to protect her clothes. That was why she let out the massive steam distraction, making sure they were all attacking in one direction, while she was from another. Using her cooling breath, she made an ice bridge against the ocean as her heeled boots helped her skate across the ice bridge that she was creating as she skated. Getting as far away as she could so the giants didn’t see the rather thin bridge, Megan’s speed and lung capacity were able to get her as far out from behind the giants so they weren’t able to see she was right behind them.

Perfect for a counterattack, as Megan would say. Perfect for her to take in a very deep breath after blowing so much. The kind of deep breath that sucks in all of the oxygen around her in a wide burst. That meant, of course, all of the oxygen the fire giants themselves were using. As powerful as the flames from the giants were, in the end, they were just flames. Without the oxygen around them to give them nourishment, the very flame beings lost all of the flames around them. Still, even something this incredible was not enough to stop the giants. While the fire was what fueled their current forms, and was a major cause of fear from their raw power, in the end, it was their enormous sizes that made all fear them. The giant soldiers were more than ready to stomp on everything in their way and flatten all who dared oppose them.

If Megan was to stop sucking in all of the oxygen, that was. Like all beings, oxygen was needed to survive. This was a desperate commodity that if lost, would spell outright doom for the giants. The oxygen being sucked in all around them made the giants stop their movements, and feel their joints creak up. Too much oxygen was being sucked in all around them, and Megan felt her iron lungs swelling but not even come close to bursting. Oxidation was occurring in the giants, as all of the oxygen for them was gone. Even beings as great as them would fall apart and do so brutally, instantly stopping where they were. No longer moving because they had no ability to move, and now resembled the statues that many would accuse them of being if they stood still. Megan had to observe her work and was proud of herself.

Sure she didn’t create the statues themselves, but she certainly cooled them down in some rather neat poses. Megan had easily handled all of the minions that had come out of the invading island. Now though, the women had to figure out what was going on with said island. With a cooling breath, she skated right towards the island and knew getting right there would be easy enough. That is if the island didn’t try to resist against her in a way. The island though, was not blind, nor was it not a being without emotions. The island was a beast that was more hateful than a living being. It lived for hate and lived to hate.

Humanity surrounded it, and so it hated the humans. Wiping out all life around it was a goal just based on its principles. The island desired to extinguish all that it despised, and not because it needed to or had any moral reasons. It was just because it wanted everyone else to suffer greatly. The human that was headed right for it was now not only a victim to hate, it was a threat. The island wanted to kill whatever creature was coming for it, and it had its defenses for doing so.

One of the methods was changing the very surface of the island. Forming right on top of the surface was a set of caves, ones that grew in size and the inside of the caves swirled. The cave system was devised perfectly to suck in the oxygen surrounding the island. It was an attempted maneuver to copy Megan, while not even knowing it was copying her. While the island didn’t know the irony of the method, Megan could see the oxygen going into the island and guessed exactly the plan of attack. Megan was proven exactly right when the caves pushed forward from the inside, forcing the wind inside of it out with such speeds that they were no longer just a burst of wind, but more like wind-generated cannon balls.

They had more than enough force to wipe out anything in its way, even steel walls. Not only were they of incredible force, but they were of such speeds that they went faster than an F14 jet could ever hope to muster at full throttle. Megan was the target of the winds and knew how to exactly stop them. If one is going to take down a full force of wind, one must generate an even stronger gust of wind. Megan had exactly the method to do so when she pulled her arms back and with her teeth grit, she sent a punch with her left and then her right. The two wind bursts she generated headed right for the seven that were created by the cave system.

While many would assume that the cave was the winner in this conflict of wind blasts, Megan was a believer in quality over quantity. Not only were Megan’s own generated wind attacks faster than the ones the caves created, but they were also far larger. They immediately squashed the wind blasts that were in their way like a freight train pulverizing the tricycle that dared to play chicken with it. The island was not one to be underestimated, however, when it saw the twin attacks coming right for it. The island had defenses that were undreamed of and retaliated by letting out spores all around it. Mushrooms grew in a matter of seconds and then, fully maturing in sizes greater than even a golden husky, exploded like dynamite.

As the mushrooms let out a group of fungi particles in the air, they quickly formed an organic barrier that wrapped itself all around the island thanks to its incredibly quick maturation, and just before the wind blasts hit the island, they stopped the attacks dead cold. The island was protected from the attack, and not even bothered. Megan could tell from what just happened that somehow, the island was alive. Not only was it alive, it seemed to have a sick sense of humor given the barrier had a second goal in mind. Not only did this method create a large and powerful shield for them against any and all threats, but it also devised a new method of attack as well. One is a grand army.

Growing from the barrier were hundreds of shrooms, but not like those typically seen. Fungi creatures of varying shapes and forms, resembling creatures like crocodiles to octopi to even large bats. They were growing in size and numbers, and as their white and black forms made them appear menacing, it was the bubbling purple heads that gave Megan pause. Toxins. Lots and lots of toxins. The fungi creatures saw Megan was coming right for them and rushed at her at blinding speeds. Leaping off the wall, some hit the water and without missing a beat, ran across the water to get close to her. A few more sprouted makeshift wings to soar at Megan, screeching as they did to show her they were unafraid of her and that Megan should be the one fearing them.

Most though were just flinging themselves at her as hard as they could in the hope of killing her just by landing on Megan. Heading at Megan at speeds greater than any missiles could be, Megan didn’t worry about them coming right for her. Megan just shrugged her shoulders as she got closer to the island, and leaped right in the air as she could. Shattering the whole ice road that she had created, Megan saw the mushroom monsters get closer to her and could see even though they were all mushrooms, they had some nasty-looking claws and fangs. Many would have been terrified by such a fact. Megan giggled as she saw them get up close and personal, with her head whipping around.

Megan whipped her long flowing hair right at the monsters and shredded them apart. The once powerful and deadly creatures were fragments now, and Megan was nowhere near done. The flying ones and the ones on the water also had to be dealt with. Megan pulled back her leg and flexed her calves a bit. Her thighs, rather large and thick from her feminine body and exercises, flexed with enough force to cause the very sky around her to seem as if it shook. Some would say it was a trick of the light. Those theories were quickly dashed when the flying fungi were affected, their wings hit by the crackle of the air. They began to fall, unable to fly against the strain that was damaging their precious wings. As they hit the water at full impact, Megan was not yet done flexing her calf muscles.

With another twitch of it that made a sound so loud it would have burst the eardrums of these beasts if they could hear, Megan swung her large impressive leg right at the water in front of her. Her leg acted like a Warhammer, slamming everything in front of it despite hitting nothing. The massive force from her kick was more than enough to send all of the monsters on the water flying, or even just outright flattening them. Blowing apart every single one of the fungi monsters was easy for her, and Megan had no problem with any of this as she got even closer to the island. Removing all of the Fungi was fun, but was just a mere distraction for her to the real goal at hand.

The island itself could sense what was going on. The island had just lost its army, and now it was going to have to kill her personally. The wall around it reinforced itself, and the island knew it had to come up with a massive method for a new attack. While attempting to devise the attack, Megan was already on the island. The island had no fear, the shield was up and it was reinforced. The force needed to destroy the island's shield had to be something far greater than a megaton. Even 20 megatons would be unable to shatter the shield as it was building itself up even more as she got closer. Not that the island was worried. Just wanted to show her how WEAK she truly was to true power. That was, of course, the plan.

Right before Megan cleaved right through the shield with her body, Megan didn’t seem to have much problem getting through what was at least 18 inches of fungi that made titanium look as durable as wet tissue paper. Megan was just giggling as she got through it all and as she had hoped, not a SCRATCH on her outfit. Not only was she about to wrestle a giant island and flatten it as it deserved, but she was gonna look nice and clean while doing so. Entering the very island itself, Megan was certain that she was ready for anything that the island was going to throw at her.

While Megan prepared, clenching her fists and gritting her teeth as she knew something was coming up, the island was boiling. Literally. The island was boiling with furious rage that not only had the invader entered the island, but that this invader was still willing to fight. This meant the invader thought it would WIN the conflict. Win against the island? This was an insult greater than any insult could be fathomed of. The island was going to really show her what she was and to do that, it was going to make her hurt. Hurt as much as she could be hurt before she dies, and after doing that, give her a death far worse than the ultimate pain.

The boiling of the surface of the island was not the attack, but it was to throw her off balance and trick her into assuming this was the attack. While Megan’s heels melted from the heat, Megan was now getting worried. The heat was going to wreck her outfit! Megan was going to have to protect her outfit from the dangers of the island and to do that, she had to stop the island from boiling. Megan took in a deep breath and blew as hard as she could all across the surface of the island. Instantly cooling it down as she did, freezing the very surface of the island and stopping the boiling around her. The cooling breath swirled across the surface as fast as it could, turning everything around at the very top ice.

The island was shrieking in pain as it felt the intense cold become brittle on top of it. This was an agony that the island had never fathomed would happen to it, and because of this pain, its rage had only grown. It wanted to make her pay and suffer for what she was doing to it. Put her down and finally get rid of this threat to its entire existence. The one method to do so that the island could fathom was to battle her at her own game. Bring upon the kind of being that even Megan could never equal. Megan thought that she was just battling an island when the island was more. The island was not born of Earth, it was a force older than the very planet around it. An alien creature that rested on planets for millions of years before it destroyed it and ate it.

The planet was not a force that it respected. It was a feast to be devoured by the island as it rested on its prey. The idea that this invader would be the same to it was an insult FAR too much to the island as it created in the inside of it, the ultimate apex predator for Megan Thee Stallion. An unstoppable and unbeatable force that had one purpose in its entire existence, as brief as it was. To kill the intruder. Forming from the core of the island, being fed nutrients and minerals and the matter around the island, this creature was growing in not only size but power. While this happened, the island attempted to distract Megan from attacking it even further and doing worse damage to the island as it was creating the exact being who could kill her.

The first such attack on Megan’s person was the very weather itself, which was artificial and more a deadly weapon than a life-sustaining gift. The air around Megan became arsine, trying to kill her from both the lack of breathable oxygen and the deadly gas that was now surrounding Megan. Megan took in a deep breath of what was around her, and her face twisted up a bit. The island was able to feel what she was doing perfectly. Her face twisting up from what had happened and she stopped movement was a delight for the island, and perhaps the apex predator it was creating right now wasn’t needed to kill her.

That was when Megan let out a tiny little cough and rubbed her stomach. Megan just spoke up, taking in another deep breath.

“Jeez, the air here tastes stale. Smells almost as bad as my grandma when she gets one of her Cubans and lights it up.”

The island didn’t know how an organism was able to survive as she was taking in the deep breath of the arsine. Though the being surviving should not have been a massive surprise to it, it was clear whoever she was or whatever she was, this being was of obviously superior stock than any other on this planet. Except for the island itself. The island knew that as the most superior being in the entire universe, wiping out this invader would finally prove once again that it was the greatest in every way. The island brewed up a powerful hurricane to crash into her, and while it destroyed much of what remained of its atmosphere to do so, the island didn’t care.

The creature it was created to kill the invader was close to perfection. Megan saw the hurricane coming for her, brown and ripping up the dirt around it and the stone it crushed and minced to part of itself. The tornado was growing in size and force, almost roaring as it charged right at her. Megan saw the tornado coming at her and while she wanted to blow it away, that would mean breathing in more of this rank air. Now that was something that Megan was not into. Megan instead had the superior idea of charging right at the tornado and leaping in the air, doing a few backflips as she did.

Getting right to the top of the hurricane, Megan made sure to spin her body as fast as she could before she went through the tornado. To get rid of a tornado, one has to spin in the opposite direction and cancel it out. The real hard part for Megan was spinning just hard enough to stop the tornado, but not too hard that she caused an even bigger worse tornado to pop up. It might be one that was hard even for her to be around if she spun too fast. Megan tucked her body as she made sure she caused her whole body to spin around from just the flicks of her fingers as she held her hands close to her. With just a little bit of strength from her fingers slightly pushing her in one direction just from a minuscule amount of force, Megan spun faster than the windows below her that were destroying rocks and grinding them to sand.

Megan dispelled the tornado in an instant and dropped to the ground and checked her body. Thankfully the spinning still didn’t ruin her outfit, and she wasn’t getting nude anytime. Megan was so proud of herself that she fist-bumped the air and let out a womanly roar of glee at winning once again when the ground behind her exploded. Megan quickly dodged all the dirt flying in the air and landed where she was. Megan tensed her body up, waiting to see what was coming out of the ground, and out of the ground came a monster. One that looked like that of man, but twisted. Bark and dirt and diamond was his skin, 7 fingers clawing itself up as its body made of stone and moss rose up. Eyes of obsidian stared down at Megan as it towered over her a good 3 feet, and its legs looked sturdier than any oak tree grown on earth.

The being was also pulsating with raw power. Energy leaked from the inside of it, causing the very area around it to become radioactive to lethal levels. A monster of this power needed a proper power source, and so the island granted it. Fusion power. Near infinite in its range, and with the power to split an atom in two, also had the devastating force of what this would bring. It was filled with infinite potential for what it could do, and what it wanted to do, was hurt people. Not just hurt them on a physical level, but on the level of their very essence. This avatar of the island didn’t just want to kill Megan.

It wanted to devour her soul. The avatar had no real face besides its artificial eyes, but where it should appear on the head formed a hole. One that grew in size, and was pitch black. As the hole got bigger, so did what was behind it. A sucking force that caused the very ground under Megan to split and head towards the mouth. The earth did not touch the avatar, for the energy swelling inside of the avatar instantly vaporized a chunk of earth twice the avatar’s own size. The energy inside of the giant was able to protect itself against whatever was trying to attack it. With a forcefield that was more a weapon than a shield, the island was under no belief that it would ever fail against the human. This was just one of the best weapons that this thing could bring.

Another weapon that the giant had was that the Avatar flexed his hands and raised its fists in the air. Underneath Megan, lava formed under the ice that she was on and caused the ice to instantly vaporize. The ground boiled from the magma and the volcano eruption under her grew in size and ferocity, trying to expand around her and melt her. Megan leaped in the air and had to admit, things were not going well. The stale air may not kill her, but it isn’t exactly something that Megan likes to breathe in. Normally a volcano would be nothing to her, though Megan suspected that this was nowhere near the power of whatever this creature was. It could be that the eruption was just a way for her to get where the Avatar wanted her to be. That was exactly what the Avatar was doing.

The Avatar made sure that Megan was above it so it could deliver all of the force of its next attack. Deadly nerve gas was generated from the island that the Avatar cultivated with its mind. 20 times worse than anything ever devised by man, the nerve gas rose up high, and with it, came the Avatar pressing forward with an attack to prevent her from escaping the rising nerve gas. The very ground around it formed a light bubble around to block any attempts to get in. The bubble was more than enough to protect the island from any attacks that would fail to even puncture the bubble. Not even a nuclear bomb in the megaton range would nowhere near be able to cause the bubble to even shudder from the attack directly on top of it. With the bubble protecting it and the gas above, she would be dead if she failed to attack the bubble.

Megan held her breath as she lifted her leg and smashed her leg against the bubble, instantly popping it as she got in close to the Avatar. The Avatar didn’t know how this was happening, but the Avatar knew what it had to do to defend itself against this potentially lethal attack. The avatar’s eyes glow as it looks towards her, and the eyes vibrate with force. The eyes had two different kinds of attack, each one just as lethal. One was reflecting and intensifying heat to tear her apart in an inferno. The next was a vibrational attack that was meant to do wave damage around her body and even tear her mind apart.

Kill her before she even got close in several dangerous ways. Each one is more than enough to be absolute torture as well. Megan saw the beam of intense red blast out of the eye and despite being as fast as light, Megan easily dodged it just by spinning her body to the side, dodging the blast instantly before it even struck her. Megan had no time to really think about how she dodged the attack, as the intense vibrational waves hit every part of her body around her. Megan felt her body vibrating from the intense force, and even she had to grit her teeth as she was about to slam into the ground. A ground that the avatar had changed to become deadlier for any living being. A force heated from the magma that was forming on the island, and the toxic gasses made by said magma.

Megan was a bit annoyed by what was going to happen, but she pulled up her pants to make sure none of it touched the magma as her feet hit the ground. Megan had to be quick before her clothes burst into flames, so she had to get rid of the intense heat around her. The Avatar saw her worry and made a mistake. The Avatar assumed she was concerned about being burned by the magma that she was now resting her feet on. The Avatar charged at her, its own body increasing in heat as its arm split in half. What was once a humanoid-like arm, was now two blades connected together to appear as a pair of scissors. The Avatar planned to slice her in two and cut her down in existence as she worried about the heat killing her. While Megan was focused on the heat and her clothes possibly being ruined by the magma, her body was still active in an attack coming for her.

The Avatar struck her right across the arm, trying to slice it off and just kill her by getting rid of the arm. The makeshift blades were made of a sharp metaloid that it itself forged. A sharpness to a metal that could slice open diamonds as if they were as soft as an apple with a single flick of the blade. Not only was the metal that sharp, but it was also vibrating with increased speed, able to tear apart anything that it struck because it broke down the material inside of what it cut. It was the sharpest force in all of the known universe and could slice apart anything it struck. The Avatar didn’t see it coming, but the blade arms were sliced to strings by what it had been struck by. The arm, or what remained of the small shreds of the arm, fell apart to the ground in several long strings.

The Avatar looked at what had sliced its arm apart and saw a blade of hair twirling in the hair. It was just a flick of Megan’s neck that a single strand of hair, just one, sliced its arm apart. The avatar didn’t comprehend the fact it had just lost an arm. This was an idea that was too insane for it, and tried to repair its arm as quickly as it could for another attack. Perhaps it thought that by doing so, it could avenge what it had lost and slay Megan before she took even more from it. Megan was not yet done with her set of attacks, instead twisting her body even faster and causing her hair to dance in the air. Normally, this would be an exciting sight for any who was watching the event from afar. Just a gorgeous woman twisting her perfect body around and displaying to the world how beautiful she was. That would be the sight for anyone not a victim of the brutal attack.

Megan’s hair which looked softer than silk did not gently go across the air though. It sliced and diced the avatar like a hot knife through butter. The substance of the Avatar, trained to protect itself against just about any force, was pitiful when the hair touched its body. Megan’s hair cleaved through the Avatar before the Avatar could even think about how it was doomed because of hair. Hair that looked so soft was the end of the life of a being older than the planet Earth considered perfect. Even the fusion buildup inside of the Avatar was unable to singe the ends of the strands of hair that were killing it, though each moment her hair sliced a large piece of the Avatar apart, the aura inside of the Avatar reacted negatively. Her actions were killing the Avatar, and dooming herself.

The damage was finally done when she lifted her body up with a tiny bounce, one so small that her feet barely left the ground. Megan made sure she had only just barely left the bottom so her hair floated up from the force of the jump, and Megan gave a slight chuckle at what was going on. This was rather fun, but Megan preferred to end things quickly rather than just drag these events out. When Megan hit the floor with her feet, the hair cleaved right through the Avatar and instantly killed the Avatar. The Avatar, born by the island monster to be the most powerful being ever to exist in the universe, was killed by Megan with ease.

Killed by Megan Thee Stallion’s hair. Megan grinned at what she saw remained, just a floating glowing fusion core. One that was shaking and ready to rupture. Even after the being it was made to power was killed, the core was still there. Still radiating energy too much to truly fathom, and just ready to wipe out everything in a hundred-mile radius when it exploded. The radioactive fallout alone from the explosive would wipe out all life on the planet in a matter of hours. All were doomed, and no one would be safe as the core imploded from the damage done to it. Megan saw the core itself shaking in force, ready to burst from everything going on with it.

Even the bravest of heroes would have run away in terror when looking at the core’s shaking. Megan just shrugged and grabbed the core that was the size of a basketball to her. Normally Megan would just squeeze it against her body or throw the thing out of orbit as her hands got around it. The first was out because this thing was hot and would melt her clothes off. The other was out because this thing was too damn explosive to just throw off the planet. Might just go off mid-throw and take out the atmosphere. The thing was too volatile for such a forceful act and needed a more womanly touch to handle it. Like the death grip of a woman. Megan squeezed the basketball-sized core that’s very surface was harder than diamond. In her grip though, it was easy to break through.

The act of breaking it was not the plan, that was just the first step. The next part was making sure that she was quick enough to prevent it from imploding in its entirety. As big as the core was, Megan was hoping to smother the blast before it really happened. All of her strength and more was going to be needed for it. When it came to strength, Megan had no doubt about herself. Crushing the core was going to be damn easy. Her fingers dug through the core and despite the radiation and heat being enough to boil cement, her fingers were more than perfectly fine. It even helped that her palms were preventing the radiating heat from hitting her body as they were covering up the waves. Megan’s own body heat was far hotter than this core was any time of the week, really. That was when she was turned on.

Megan had to admit with everything going on as it was, she actually was a bit turned on. Crazy as that may have sounded. How couldn’t she be turned on, when she just took on a bunch of giants and an island and even the island's chosen champion and won! With all that going on, Megan had to admit, that most women would get hot from those kinds of acts. Just proving over and over how much of a woman she was, and damn was she was she all woman. Her curves gently jiggled as the waves failed to wipe her very existence out and instead made her body hum. Her hair that had killed the very creature the core was designed for flowed from the waves pushing out of the core as gently as in a breeze. Megan’s body was in no danger from an attack that by all rights, should eradicate her.

Megan was just glad to be holding on to the huge thing and her hands were doing all of the job for her as they were squashing the force with extreme ease. When Megan felt her hands finally enter the most inner vulnerable spot of the center, her radiant smile almost caused the whole area to glow up. It was a wonderful smile no one could forget. Even the island itself was affected by her smile. Not though in bright joy at how a wonderful woman could be so happy to be on its body. No, the island's rage was growing as it was witnessing what could be its downfall. The avatar took up much of its energy and she easily slew it like a common houseplant that needed some pruning. Now the humiliation was even worse as she was trying to wipe out the energy it granted it with her bare hands. The island was going to end her life for her final insult against its existence.

Tendrils formed on the surface of the island. While the island did not have as much power as it had before, it was not intending to use the tendrils to slay her. No, they were to distract her and hold her down as the cores actually have the power to eradicate her. The power behind the core was enough to do just that, and making sure she couldn’t fight back would be an immense victory for the island. Even if the core’s detonation had enough power to wipe out the island's surface, it didn’t matter. If handled wrong, the core could take out the island and half the planet. Again, none of that mattered. Nothing mattered except the single most important thing that could and will happen.

Death to the invader. As the tendrils made of diamonds wrapped around Megan’s legs, they made the diamonds sharper to slice into her legs. When they grew in size, they didn’t cut her leg. No, they didn’t even scratch them. What they were trying to do was drag her deep into the earth. Distract her from her goal. Prevent her from even getting a good grasp on the core and fracturing it as she applied more force to it. As the 12 vines around her thighs, weighing a ton each for each vine, pulled down with force, it was with all the pressure they had. More than enough to explode the legs of any living being. The entire island was pulling down on her legs, tightening the grip around her thighs as they did. The island could even feel the inside of it shake as it was pulling down, the gravitational force it was trying to produce was incredible. It was also a dangerous force. If the island wasn’t careful, it could split itself in half trying to pull her down. At this point, it didn’t matter. It preferred death with her than anything else. Megan felt the ground give in, and nothing she could do at this point could save her. That was if she stayed with her feet firm on the ground. Megan had a better idea than just doing what she knew was a dumb move on her part.

All Megan had to do, when on ground falling apart, was jump away. Simple as that. Even if she had to be careful with the core in her hand. Megan’s impressive thighs flexed, and when they flexed, destroyed the vines around her legs. No, not destroyed, evaporated. As if they never existed as diamonds turned into sprinkles. Megan’s flexing thighs also caused the ground under her to fracture, as Megan leaped right in the air with enough force to cause the ground to implode alongside her. The core in her hands was already shaking and about to implode even before she leaped, but the leap made it worse. Megan didn’t have to worry though, as her hands were digging further deep into the core. Megan licked her perfect lips and had to admit, that if she wasn’t careful with her next move, the planet Earth would just be a silly-looking half-sphere.

Megan had to make sure that she felt the nice soft center of this rather explosive egg. When her hands felt something a LOT hotter than the rest of the core, it was jackpot time. Sure, it was the most dangerous part of the core, but it was also the most malleable part. The part of the core that if stopped, stops the reaction of the explosion. Megan was about to wrap her hands around it and squeeze as hard as she could when she barely spotted something below her. Megan could barely tell what it was. What it was, was an arrow the size of a submarine. As powerful as the arrow was, it didn’t even reach her before it melted from the waves that were being generated by the core under her. Megan just let a little bit of her finger open to have a ray of the wave melt the arrow coming right for it. That was how hot the waves of radiation were in her hands. Megan didn’t have much problem with the core as her fingers got closer to the inner core.

The core was about to implode right in her hands, so Megan clasped it as hard as she could. Pressing both hands together, they smothered the inner core as much as they could, just about as they were about to implode. The imposition happened in what was rather an instantaneous blink. It exploded with enough force to take out the whole world in what was just less than half a second. The force should have taken Megan out, killing her and the world. Her hands didn’t even tremble from the implosive force that was more like a supernova from an exploding star. Megan just giggled and wrapped her hands around the whole thing, as she was still in the air. Well, with the core gone, came the old problem. The island on the ocean that was trying to wipe out humanity. Well, if Megan was going to get rid of that, she had to do so in a rather creative way. It was then that Megan realized she had forgotten her main asset.

Her pride and joy, her ass. With her tongue clicking, Megan burst into a devious chuckle as she made her body hurtle across the sky, heading back to Earth. With great speeds, she caused a burst of fire around her from the kinetic force. Megan spanned as she did, both to cool herself to prevent the fire from destroying her clothes, but also to add more force to what she had planned. The island itself barely saw the flash of fury coming for it before it already did the one thing it had never done before in existence. The island generated a small pitiful white flag that it waved in open submission to her. Too little too late for the island, as Megan did not witness it, and it was smart to ignore it. The flag was also laced with an acid designed to kill her if she accepted it. Well, that was what the island still believed.

The acid wouldn’t have even given her a rash. Thus, when Megan got close enough to the island to practically touch it, the fire around her glassing the ground around her, Megan just uttered her last words to the island.

“Bon voyage.”

That was when her rather large impressive butt hit the island, and with it, came a force that splintered the entire island and caused it to explode. Entire miles and miles of dirt, stone, and metal shredded from the kinetic force alone of everything destroyed under her butt. The spin also shredded everything around her as well. It was like an asteroid had just hit the island, and the asteroid hit it with the force to destroy the whole world. This world-destroying asteroid was then, impossible as it sounded, localized entirely at the island itself. The island creature was instantaneously destroyed, killed by a being it never even fathomed could defeat it. A woman who didn’t even treat this as a fight, but as a fun game. Megan was giggling the whole while and before she knew it, hit water. Now Megan had to pull up her body a bit from her butt slamming down.

Be a bit of a shame if her large ass ruined the world. Megan was a bit drenched when the water enveloped her, though drying herself off would be easy enough. With a kick of her feet, Megan rose through the water like a dolphin and made her whole body spin. Taking out the island threat, and all its creatures, while preventing the destruction of earth from an energy bomb? Given all the things Megan did before, she would rate this day a 6/10. She’s faced bigger and tougher and made them run home to Mommy as they cried from her spanking. All Megan had to do was stick the landing just perfectly when she got to the local city, and not crush anything underneath her.

This, like so many other things was as easy as thinking it up. Megan landed on the ground with just a toe touching the ground with extreme grace and ease. Megan put her hands on her hips and with a sway, smirked and was proud of herself. Saving the world, just one lady at a time. That was, until a bunch of reporters who ran up to her to ask her something… and than all gawked at her. Megan looked down and saw that she… was naked. Megan looked behind her, and saw her leap was so perfect… she slipped out of her clothes to be even more graceful in the air. The naked Megan was surrounded by reporters who were all taking pictures, and she covered her face.

Well… you can’t do EVERYTHING perfectly.